Beauty and the Shark

I saw a phantasmagorical Ship  
layered in urine ,
swerving theatrically inside the bottomless Shark    

The gushes of there voices sounding  
almost anarchic,  
severely devouring the sorcerers teeth apart.

The Dragon arose from the cult
of unpretentious suicides,
playing as host musician  
in the courtyard of the fiddlers roof.      
(I watched the night sky dissolve my eyes.)